The seguinte morning, Sherlock woke early in order to meet Gregson and denunciar to him.
'Morning, how you feeling?'
'Not too bad, slept pretty well.'
Gregson took out a notepad.
'What you got?'
'The dealer is called Micheal, don't have a visual yet he's suppose to be returning from Long Island tonight depending how his 'meeting' goes. How's Watson?'
'She's fine, told me to give you this.'
He handed him a picture of Joseph.
'Thank you Captain.'
After the meeting Sherlock headed back to the den, Olivia was coming down the stairs as he came in.
He followed her to the kitchen.